Oh, bugger. Eyestrain for me!

This is the second day I've forgotten my glasses. My eyes are already plotting against me.

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Lifted from halcyon_heist

Recommend to me:

1. A movie.

2. A book.

3. A musical artist, song, or album.

4. An LJ user not on my friends list.

Bio of the Mahdi (short form)

Up until this morning, and for the last two years, my Bio information on LJ said:

I am who I have always been.

(If you really want to know who I am, ask.)

Today I decided that was lame. And stupid. And wholly unnecessary. So now it says:

Born in the Dark Times of 1971, Michael quickly decided that incarnating on Earth had been rather a bad idea and began dreaming of other worlds and other times. If it had starships and other worlds, he devoured it with abandon. Actually, if it had words, he devoured it with a passion. I mean, the frood really reads, you know? *ahem* Anyway.

A shy and bookish sort of lad, he had few friends outside of his head until the last year of high school, where he began to come out from behind the walls.

Now, 15 years since that process began, he finds himself surrounded by a circle of generally pretty floopy people, most of whom understand the odd references to old television shows, British science fiction and comedy, and can at least appreciate the Dune references. Most of all, they notice that sheep do not so much fly, as plummet.

The Mahdi recently fled the halls of Corporate Life, and has returned to school, where he pursues a degree in English literature, foolishly planning to teach high school. This proves that even fairly intelligent men make very silly decisions from time to time.

And he is very glad to meet you. Today, that is. Tomorrow, he may rue the day you descended upon him. But we'll leave that to the future, ok?

Much nicer, no?

Secher Nbiw

How many nights I have sat on a dune just like this; imagining a night just like this... with my father. Just the two of us... talking and laughing. How many nights I have gone to sleep on the cold floor of the sietch, dreaming of his arms around me; sheltering me from everything I was afraid of, everything I could not understand!

Leto says this to The Preacher on the sands of Arakkis in Children of Dune. It resonated quite nastily in my head; and nearly always makes me a bit melancholy. Because it is very much how I feel about my father -- I have always dreamed of a relationship with him, of what it would have been like to grow up with him, to be raised as I should have been and not by a woman who poisoned my mind about my real parents. But the universe chose differently, or I chose differently, and this is the life I was born to.

As I look forward, and see the possible futures laid before me, waiting for me to choose one, I see my own Secher Nbiw, my Golden Path. I choose to be a true father to my children in every way. I look forward to evenings spent talking, sharing passions and secrets, shielding them from what I must, preparing them to face what I cannot shield them from. I look forward to laughter, tears, and even dirty nappys (though I'll be glad when that part's over, too!).

Fortunately, it does not require the sacrifice my icon-sake up there had to make. No becoming a three-thousand year-old worm hybrid tyrant for me! But in many ways, it's the same. I'm sure my children will, at least once in a while, call me a tyrant, too. But when they flee the nest, they will understand why we were sometimes tyrants.

Research Help: BBC Channels

Ok, research for a story:

Is there an organization as to which shows are on which BBC Channel? For example -- is comedy exclusive to BBC3, drama to BBC1, etc? Or any other system?

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Wow. I had a lot of angsty self-deprecating, crisis-mode shit here, but I deleted it before I posted. Because, when you get right down to it, it doesn't frelling matter. I'll survive, one way or another. I'll get through it.